Wolf Touching Mirror Novels & Stories

Her words sounded strange within the whirling cacophony of wind and trees and werewolf howling. The Wolf had been ahead of her, but in the blink of an eye he was behind her. Time seemed to stand still as he circled her body, taking in her scent, questioning her motives. “Who sent you?” a voice from another world came out of his mouth. “No one!” Mira answered. “I am here to help you, Dominic, please—“ With one stiff arm, the Wolf swatted Mira to the side as she were a fly on his nose. She tumbled and fell to the ground, hands scraping on rocks underneath. The wind was knocked out of her lungs, and for a moment she saw stars in her eyes.

One of the older boys whispered that he could hear scratching behind the mirrors. The den’s response was immediate and strangely practical. Wolves began turning mirrors to the wall. Serving trays were dropped face-down or covered with cloth. One healer smashed a small hand mirror on the hearthstone without waiting for permission, then apologized to no one and kept working. The pack was learning the rhythm of adaptation now—see the pattern, strip it of elegance, deny it the surface it wants. Even fear was getting more efficient. Ty turned his head toward me, close enough that the line of his shoulder brushed mine. The contact steadied me more than I wanted to admit. “You feel all of them, don

A black wolf burst from the mirror door and landed over me. Its teeth snapped inches from my throat. Raiken seized it by the neck. Blue fire tore across its fur. The creature twisted and threw him into the platform. The glass cylinder shattered. My first tooth fell into the water spreading over the floor. The wolf turned toward it. Shin drove his blade through its shoulder. It howled. Silver eyes flashed beneath the black fur. Not Orochi, Shin said. The wolf struck him aside and seized the tooth in its jaws. I reached for the sea.

His mirror showed him wielding a fiery sword, a fierce warrior avenging his past, but with a shadowy figure of himself lurking behind, a reminder of the rage that could consume him. “This isn’t me!” Claud exclaimed, shaking his head, determined to confront this darker side. Tara’s mirror displayed her as a lone figure in a desolate landscape, abandoned by those she loved. The image stung, but she met it head-on, asserting her strength and resilience. Lupa’s reflection showed a solitary wolf, she was on the floor, kneeling down and on the floor next to her were the dead bodies of every member of her family. A tear escaped her eyes but she stood firm, telling herself that it was just an illusi

Mira turned as she noticed some one, but stopped herself from running after she looked at the golden eyes of the wolf that was Alex, she knew immediately that it was him. The wolf stared at her and she was tempted to touch it, she doesn't know what it feels like, so she walked up to him and touched his furs softly, she loved the feels of it in her hand. The wolf reacted to her, he loved the feels of his mates hands in him, he bent down so she could have access to more of him. Mira took the opportunity to play with the soft furs, she was loving the feeling and calmness of the wolf. After so much time had past Mira decided to signal the wolf that she wanted to go back.

When Asteria wake up, she was a little disoriented. Yawning and rubbing her eyes as if she just had a great sleep, Asteria began to scan her surroundings. It was a bit blurry, and in her imagination, she thought that she saw a wolf. Letting out a few chuckles, Asteria rubbed her eyes again as her sight became clearer. However, the sight of a huge wolf sleeping on the ground below a tree was still there. Then, it dawned at her that Asteria wasn't dreaming about the wolf. She rubbed her eyes again this time more furiously, yet the wolf was still there.

"I didn't do that, Whadh." "I know you didn't, Aloph. Something isn't just right here." As my wolf and I stared straight at it, the mirror that suddenly seemed empty, began to bubble like it's been liquefied before our eyes. With slackjawed, we both watched it birthing something. The force of whatever it was struggling to tear their way out of there, didn't sit well with me, and I'm sure Aloph as well. So we both recoiled. Taking brave steps further back as some liquid began to flow off of the mirror.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

"If we don't break the glass, the Universal Triage ends in a loop of our own making." We stepped out onto a surface that felt like standing on a frozen silver ocean. From the shifting liquid shadows, the Mirror Wolves emerged. They were translucent: silver silhouettes of our ancestors: their eyes glowing with a lightless, grey static that I recognized as the "Ancestral Despair". They didn't attack with claws; they attacked with "Echo Pulses": sending waves of raw, unmedicated grief that made my amethyst fire flicker and fail. Muna collapsed to her knees, clutching the final Celestial Seed as the mirror reflected her own fears of the deep reach. "I can't hear the heartbeat: Solis! The planet